Potty Time.

Without warning or provocation, Noah started potty training yesterday. I don't remember how it came up, but he said he wanted to wear Thomas underpants. So, we whipped off the nappy and pulled up the pants. Now's as good as time as any, right? Just because he's never managed to actually do anything in the potty (as the layer of dust in it proves), is no reason to think this will be a painful process, right...? We'll see. 

As The Older Brother, I'm trying to get Elliot on board to encourage him along. His idea was to take their walkie-talkies into the bathroom and to issue orders.

Unfortunately, even with Elliot's encouragement, my washing machine is at bursting point.

No wonder people wait until warmer months to do this.

I'm also experimenting with PhotoShop, so if these colors are off, just bear with me...